In the somber halls of Kilcawley House, nestled within the academic sprawl of Youngstown State University, a disquieting presence has taken root. Throughout the sweltering lethargy of summer, the diligent Resident Assistants have reported unearthly emanations from the rear stairwell—a chilling symphony of guttural growls and insidious whispers, echoing with an unseen malevolence.
Further along the corridor, within the confines of the triple-occupancy chambers, tenants have been assailed by an escalating series of bizarre events. The unsettling sound of scratching upon the very ceilings above their heads has become an all too frequent and terrifying occurrence, a prelude to other strange occurrences that defy rational explanation.
Most unsettling of all, a spectral revelation has been witnessed on the Sixth Floor: the unmistakable apparition of a janitor, a silent, forlorn figure, a harbinger of the spectral dread that now permeates this academic sanctuary. The veil between worlds, it seems, has grown thin in Youngstown.